this is my third freaking time uploading this. my first picture turned green, my second one looked like an angry pornstar, so let's settle with this.
oh boy, have I had an eventful day today.
first things uno, this is going to be pessimistic, exaggerated at some points, and downright true. let me proceed.
6.00am. I was awake at this hour (I know, wew~) for my first day of work experience, which to be perfectly honest was a joy because I worked with my dad in his carpentry workshop.
7.00am. We headed straight into town to work on a stand in Jervis Street shopping centre, and my job (which I found most delightful about at the time) was to stick red strips into narrow hollow lines, which was tedious as it was difficult, because there were ornaments of reindeer, father Christmas, and even some Irish tap dancer (who I incidentally dropped by accident and she lost a foot. needless to say, she won't be tap dancing much anymore) placed in between these narrow lines. I did the job anyhow, and then headed to the work shop.
9.30am, or 10.00am, not too sure; what I did all day in the workshop was eat, breathe, sweep, throw wood into this thing called a 'chewer' (I think I ended up defaulting it), pet a dog, sing, and fart.
Until 16:30. That's a somewhat long time. I was exhausted by the end of it, but I really enjoyed my day. OH, i got like, three paper cuts. not that that's a war zone casualty, but it stung like hell when I had to use hand sanitizer. I also brought pieces of shaped wood and bubble wrap (lots of it. i'm going to have so much fun with it) home to use recreationally, so I was eager to get home and use the material. This is where most of my casualties lye.
17:30; I began hammering the pieces onto my wall to create a sort of shaped window thing (it'll be in the comments) and what it was supposed to look like was to have objects surrounding the shaped window, to put it short, I haven't finished it, and never will. I ended up hammering my finger, and let me tell you, you'd be surprised how much blood pumps through your finger, you should know that it'sAFUCKINGLOT. i ended up whipping off my trousers in frustration. i'm now in my underwear writing this. at the moment, blood has splattered on my bed sheets, and on the wall. I was able to get most of it off, but the blood on the sheets still remain.
on the plus side, I was meaning to change my sheets and now I have an obligated reason. agus to top this all off with whipped shit, my mam keeps trying to use Marxism to stop me being a veggie. not gonna happen mama.
#Q So, how was your Monday? Painless, I hope?
